CURRENTLY EDITING! (I wrote this when I was like 16 LOL so I definitely need to go back through and make better. Trust the process! 😌)
Peyton found herself in a rough spot in her life. Money was tight, she was getting by - barely - but something ne...
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This car was a piece of crap, I don't know why my dad insisted on us fixing everything that came through our doors.
I worked with my dad and brother in my dads auto body shop. While, I lived in the apartment above it.
Suddenly, I heard my brother yelling for me. I groaned and stood up from my work, grabbing a rag to wipe my hands.
My eyes immediately went towards the woman standing on the other side of the counter. She was hot. I felt the tightness start to form in my pants at the sight of her round ass in those tight sweatpants. She was wearing a white shirt but if I thought she looked breath taking in those clothes, I wonder what I would think if I saw her dressed differently.
Long brown hair that flowed to mid back, then I nearly lost my breath when I saw her forest green eyes. Something flickered in them when she looked at me. Desire. Oh mierda. .
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. "Name?" I asked the girl as I started to fill out her form.
"Peyton Taylor," she answered. Beautiful. "Don't ask the model of the car, cause I don't know. All I know is that it is a piece of shit," a corner of my lip tilted up.
"Good thing I work in a Auto body shop then," it was her turn to smirk. Camryn – her friend – comes here often for her car. I'm glad she recommended our shop for Peyton.
"How long is her hunk of junk going to take to fix?" Speaking of Cam. . .
"It will be here for a few days. I need to order a part for it and then install it." I look up at her briefly before looking down to the paper.
"Wonderful," Peyton said. Running her hand through her hair. Oh god. Good thing I'm standing behind the counter.
"We can just grab your stuff from your trunk and put it in my car, no big deal P." Camryn said.
"Yep." Peyton sighed. I could tell she was irritated, who wouldn't be? Her car has to be in a shop for a few days. When she probably will need it.
"Don't 'yep' me, it's fine. We can avoid clubbing for a few days." Peyton cracked a smile.
"I might need to go clubbing after this." She joked. I found myself getting irritable. Just the thought of her in a short dress, dancing like she owned the dance floor, and men falling at their knees for her. Even touching her. . .made me angry.
Why? I couldn't tell you.
"Well then, who am I to say no?" Camryn laughed and that made Peyton laugh.
